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Thursday, February 23, 2006

Oh, the times are a changing....

"This is process could go so much faster if we formed an assembly line. Whoa!! This is a strictly kill the clock situation just like it is upstairs." - The Office

So, it's definitely been a while since my last post that could be attributed to my new lazy California attitude. It's starting to work it's way inside my cubicle at work.

I guess I am know the last of my brothers writing a blog. I was kinda sad to see my younger brother give up on the blog, but things change and we all move on. It was nice because his writing was a great kick in the ass to keep on writing on my blog even when my ass was up to here with work. That's a bunch of ass in one sentence. Sorry for the ugly visuals.

Speaking of changes just the other day my wife tells me about a job interview she had with some big corporation. During the interview the manager looks over and asks the most ridiculous question to ever be posed during the interview process.

"Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"

She laughed. Looked him straight in the eye then told him that the question is unfair.

"Six months ago you ask me that question I could have answered you somewhat better, but now I know that life changes to infrequently to infer where I will be 5 years from now." I was so proud of her. It's so true. There is no telling where we will be 5 years, 2 years, next month. I don't have a clue anymore. I know one thing is for sure. Life sure does throw you some curve balls sometimes. You just have to learn how to hit them better as you go along. I love sport analogies that relate to everyday life. That's my newest thing. Next to everyone at work throwing emails at me to proof over because I'm a former English teacher. Don't laugh, they really think that I'm good at it.

I am planning on going back to school to get my masters eventually. It is something I've been wanting to do for quite some time, and now I think I may have the chance. Things are going to always be changing for me, for you, for all of us. I just keep thinking it's going to change for the better.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

If you lived here, you'd be home by now

Started looking for a place to live this past week. I think we are going to have to move to Tijuana now. You'd think that just by living in San Diego anywhere is going to be nice. Not necessarily true. Even in Utopia there were some shaddy areas you just didn't want to live in.

Out here land is a very hot commodity that seems to be almost never ending, but ridiculously overpriced. I can somewhat equate to the Duece McAllister contract of 2005. Yeah a good runningback is a rarity, but paying one over 8 million dollars a year for 5 years is just outside of fair market value. I don't ever recall the Saints signing Dalton Hillard to that type of contract, and to this day he is a much better runningback than Duece. There is some time left to see if it materializes.

I know one thing is for sure. I don't think I could ever afford a home out here unless I was panhandling for gold on the weekends.

So that's why we are looking to rent. It's just crazy to think what people want for rent. Not to sound to old or anything, but don't you think it's a little outrageous to be charging over 2 grand for an apartment? I guess that's what the kids today have to look forward to. Good luck.

What I'm looking for is a place that I can rent over the top of a Mexican cantina where I can sip Margharitas went I get home from work, and then chow down on some fish tacos for dinner. I wouldn't even mind refilling the salsa bowls every hour. That's just too much to ask for. Because this place is not available anytime soon in the next daydream of mind, I have to settle for a place that is preferrably located in a barrrio or tunnel that was dug out within the past week in Mexico. Or I can just move into the desert and live among the prairie dogs and dune buggies while the roadrunners chew up my cable box and I can't watch The Office anymore. I won't give up the search. Something's bound to come up.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Who brought the jackass who likes to watch football?

Birthday number 30 down the drain. I can't complain. I was feeling a little old the other day or maybe it was just my obessive sports mind going wild. I didn't want to go to a SuperBowl party, but it was my birthday. So instead of sitting at home like a lump of crap we decided to go to the party.

Let me state the fact that I hate SuperBowl parties. If there was ever a place in time where every nonsensical person, who says they are a fan when they really are not, got together to talk incessitantly throughout the game it was this day. On the first play from scrimmage the Steelers jumped offsides. I screamed out loud, "Offsides!" To which a two young females standing next to me looked disgusting over with a dejected look of horror.

"Oh no, it looks like Seth invited some football nut to the game. He'll be jumping and screaming all night."

So I looked back at the girls with a nice smile and said, "Are you ready for some football?" I really wanted to paint my face and chest with a big gold and black thumb, but it could be considered overkill. I don't want everyone hating me. It is my birthday.

The next point of reference that was so blatantly obvious was when I made the Jimmy the Greek observation that the Steelers needed to run in between the tackles. The Seahawks were too small up front with one cutback it would be touchdown city for Pittsburgh. Sure enough, a couple plays later Steeler running back Willie Parker bust one inside the right tackle for the longest run for scrimmage in SuperBowl history. "Yeah bitches!!! How you like that call?" As I screamed at Mike Holmgrens face full of disappointment and despair. I was quite the spectacle as the girls proceeded to leave the room and take their inner circle to the kitchen were it would be much quiter.

The final reason it would be considered a disaster is the football novices that perpetuate every SuperBowl party. They make assinine comments about when did the Seahawks change the NFC, or why isn't Bubby Brister still quarterbacking the Steelers, or my favorite yet these guys are so tough they don't even wear long sleeves in Detroit (game was indoors).

I have an idea to make the SuperBowl better and more entertaining. Invite all the previous players from the two teams in the game to suit up at anytime for a chance to play in the biggest game of their career. Anyone is eligible regardless of age. So the SuperBowl could have had Steve Largent and Brian Bosworth, and the Steelers could have had Mean Joe Green and Franco Harris out on the field. Almost like an old-timers game, but you throw them in there with the young bucks. Let them get smacked around a little. Lay a couple of them out. You would start hearing about injuries you never thought existed. Terry Bradshaw threw out his hip while tossing the ball on the sidelines. It would be fun to watch again. It would also take back from all the part-time sports fans who can't wait for the half-time show while eating all the good artichoke dip so that we never get seconds. I'm not bitter. It was a great birthday.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

If you had a time machine what year would you go back to?

"Oh the times are a changing?" Yeah, this weekend I will celebrate my 11 anniversity of my 19th birthday. I'm not over the hill yet, but you know it's bad when you would rather sleep in than anything else on your birthday. As time does move on for me and all those around me too, I constantly try to look forward to the great things that are coming in my thirties.

I guess I can now relate to the t.v. show "Thirty Somethings."

When talking to someone 10 years younger I can refer to the good old days of Atari and Nintendo (Not Xbox or Game Cube).

The Internet is no longer a new fangled invention. I use it for my primary source of communication to my love ones.

A cell phone is now something that I can't stand. It serves one purpose... To lose connection or die at the most opportune time.

I find humor in things that 5 years ago couldn't make me even smirk. i.e. Standing in the mall outside the women's dressing room talking to another male counterpart about the number of items that she brought into the room. It was a low number, hopefully she will find something good this time.

Started wearing sweaters more frequently to work.

Love to read the paper every morning, and more importantly love to read more.

Can't stand anybody that is on MTV. Used to watch it around the clock, now I can't name one show.

Found the news to be one of the most frequented t.v. shows that I watch, besides SportsCenter.

I get upset when I see someone wearing their pants low around the ass, but then again I was wearing stone-wash jeans about 15 years ago and people thought that was idiotic.

I found my music tastes struggling to keep up with modern music. I don't hardly listen to the radio other than sports talk radio and my Ipod.

I now have to get furniture that matches. Shucks their goes all my crap that I bought on sale at Target.

I don't have to worry about getting carded as much as I wish I get carded everytime I go to a bar.

No longer can I make fun of people in their Thirties, it's time for me to grow up and make fun of people in their Forties.

So, I guess with age comes all of these great nuiances. My pops always said getting old is inevitable, but growing up is optional. I just can't wait. If I had a time maching... I wish I could go back to 1984.